"Funland At The Beach" lyrics

"Funland At The Beach"

Sunny Sunday at the amusement park
See the fat kids spill their pop
Oh, babe, lots of flags and balloons
But someone sabotaged the roller-coaster last night
Ran a turn and then it smashed right down
Through the crowded haunted house below
Oh, no! Human hamburger, no!

And it's crushed little kids
Crushed little kids
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk

Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk

See the tourists drop their jaws and cones
See the owners smell a big lawsuit
Oh, police! Call your lawyer first!
Make the witnesses go home
And they'll turn on the TV

And see the crushed little kids
Crushed little kids
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little kids
Crushed little kids
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk

Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk
Crushed little kids adorn the boardwalk


Writer(s): Jello Biafra, Ray East Bay, Klaus Flouride, Darren Eric Henley
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